Just hours after a truck bomb created a monstrous crater and killed dozens of civilians at the Marriot Hotel in Islamabad, Muslims the world over took to the streets. Thousands marched in Turkey carrying placards that read … “not in the name of my Muhammad!”
In Canada, Muslim leaders were quick to condemn those who carried out the attack, saying that only fanatics and degenerates would carry out such an act in the name of Islam. Further abroad, in London, where many Pakistanis have immigrated, a throng of thousands marched in an act of solidarity with the victims of the blast.
From Saudi Arabia to Indonesia, Muslim leaders joined to distance themselves from this, and other, wanton acts of violence perpetrated in the name of the Prophet Muhammad.
When asked why the sudden outrage against terror, one Muslim women protesting in Paris exclaimed … “We need to show the world that Muhammad is the prophet of peace … not pieces!”
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Shoot the bankers.

Jew hating Jews for Obama:

The organizers of the anti-Iran rally near the UN on Monday have decided not to allow Sarah Palin to speak. The Conference of Presidents of Major American Jewish Organizations, the direct descendants of the court Jews who opted to protect their seats at court during the Holocaust rather than extend themselves one inch to save European Jewry – and instead actively opposed rescue efforts by other Jewish Americans – are still in the same cowardly, cringing mode. And if you go down the list, they are almost without exception liberal Democrats who support Obama. Little wonder that a Democrat who embraced Suha Arafat is kosher but a powerful Republican ally of Israel, and the next Vice President of the United States, is treif.
Under the circumstances, attending their event on Monday amounts to tacit approval of the Conference’s leftwing bias and congenital timidity. Make your own decision, but I won’t allow myself to be duped that way.

… more from Geller.
Update: On a tip from Me No Dhimmi … A Liberal monopoly on Identity Politics

Commentary located here for those interested (martini approved commentary!)

Political ad season is in full swing. Most ads are just variations on the same basic themes; there’s the openly low-blow approach, as in this Barrack Obama ad which takes one trivial verbal stumble by John McCain and uses editing tricks to make him appear not just infirm, but dangerously, ominously infirm, and then there’s the ol’ boilerplate ads in which a soothing voice reassures you, in a tone that’s a cross between a tampon ad and someone talking you off a high ledge, that you’re going to have a good life if you just choose the right political product.
Some ads take newer and more creative approaches and manage to pull it off. This inventive and oddly effective Conservative ad manages, through its use of music and images, to subtly, almost subliminally, evoke the biblical-scale sorrows of the last century, and the great wars, en route to addressing the prosaic issue of…tariffs. Truly an achievement.
The best ad I’ve seen this fall, though, is this one, in which John McCain offers his sincere heartfelt congratulations and best wishes to his rival on the occasion of his winning the Democratic Presidential nomination. At first glance, it’s nothing but pure sweetness and decency, a Hallmark Card of an ad replete with a tintinnabulating music-box soundtrack, but on further viewing its mildly sinister tack fairly rumbles and its edges become more apparent.
There is an understated but unmistakable “by-and-by” menace lurking beneath the forthright, kindly smile. McCain’s tone brings to mind certain Irishmen — and some Scots, depending on what part of Glasgow you’ve wandered into — who (and fire up your Irish accent as you read the following) even as they’re butterin’ ya up, and tellin’ ya what a wondrous creation you truly are, are also kinda…well, threatenin’ ya’ at the same time with those very same words. An unspecified, vaguely-alluded-to inevitability mixes uncomfortably with the most heartfelt reassurances that all inevitabilities will of course be comfortable, for such a wonderful person as yourself. Aye, you’re a big strong man. Congratulations on all your success, it’s all so well-deserved; I love to see your smile and your happy, confident ways. With any luck, we’ll surely be encounterin’ each other in the days and weeks and months and years to come, and what a privilege it will always be for me.
/Irish accent.
Its loaded tone, only parsable by a certain constituency, betrays a deeply-rooted, Northwest European approach to discourse in which a full genuflection is roundly delivered in the square middle of an unflaggingly formal “you’re-not-going-to-win-this-one” procedure.
A lot of elder Chinese, too, seem to take that same subtle approach. To see it in a political ad is strange; it has a certain…commutative bloom. It’s certainly a big change from the usual “my-ass-smells-like-a-pumpkin-pie-baked-especially-for-you” paeans to the All-American axe-murderer’s own self-image one typically sees in, say, American Congressional ads.
Watch it a few times — the music gets funnier with each viewing.

Cambodiastan gets the long overdue treatment:
Sept. 15
Sept. 12
Sept. 8
Sept. 5
Sept. 4
… lots more.

“…perhaps you New Yorkers out there could use a little consulting help from us hicks in Minnesota?”